CHAPTER FOURTEEN! WOAH! Hmmm…… I've thought of a MAJOR plot for this story! I mean, when I first started, the story was, Draco and "Kitty" ::cough::ME::cough::…….ANYwayz…they fall in love: the end. Now that I think about it, how pathetic a story that would be! But now, I have a whole Drama/Romance/Action thingy going on fer this story! Just you watch!

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          Kitty smiled a bit. It felt great to belong to somewhere, once again. She leaned against a wall of one of the many stands of the quidditch field. Her friends acted all crazy, as they had did many times before… back at Terra.

But they were here now, and that was all that mattered. All of them were here now, together, at Hogwarts. And Kitty even made a few new friends! As Kitty stared and laughed, out of the corner of her eye, she saw a group of people walking towards the Quidditch Field.

"HEY! YOU TWO!" Kitty shouted towards the middle of the field. Harry and Piper turned their faces up, and looked around. "OVER HERE!"

Far off into the distance of the field, Harry sniggered. Piper just blushed and giggled a bit. Harry got off of Piper slowly, but not before leaning over towards her ear. He quietly whispered, "Looks like we have an audience!"

"PEOPLE ARE COMING! YO! UNLESS YOU WANT TO GIVE THEM A FREE SHOW! I SUGGEST YOU CHILL FOR NOW! TELL DIANA!" Kitty warned. She cupped her hands over her mouth, in hopes they would hear her properly.

Diana and Ron were inside one of the stands. What they were doing, Harry and Piper did not want to know. When Piper called over to them, her voice echoing over the field, Diana's head popped up. Her hair was a mess. Her lip gloss was smudged. Piper silently sweared to herself that she wouldn't ask… EVER.

Ron however… His shirt was halfway hanging off of him. His sweater from his mom wasn't on anymore. His hair stuck up in odd places and it was looking more fiery than usual. Harry and Piper stared, with mouths wide open, hanging off their jaws. Ron blushed, his ears turned a slight tint of hot pink.

They got the hint that Kitty and Piper had given them. All four of them, Piper, Diana, Harry, and Ron, brushed themselves up. Whoever it was, they must have some intention of doing something, or else they wouldn't be here. It was unlikely that they, whoever they were, came to watch the two couples snogging.

Kitty squinted as she tried to see into the distance. The group came closer and closer, practically jogging towards them. Why on earth would anyone be coming to the Quidditch Field this time of the day?

"Oh no!" shrieked Hermione, glancing at her wristwatch.

"What? What's wrong?" Kitty asked, a bit shocked at the outburst.

"We- we're- w- we're late for class!" Hermione panicked.

T.J leaned against the wall Kitty was on. He tried to suppress his laughter by clapping a hand over his mouth. Tom and the rest of the guys sniggered. In fact, right at the moment, Jake and Jay-Jay outbursted into huge fits of laughter. 

"Is that all?! You got us all worried and shit," Tom shrugged it off.

T.J. however, took it a little less lightly, "I mean, we can't be that late! We're new students. It's not like they expect us to know when to get to classes!"

"First off, I don't like your language. Please excuse yourself and your cussing," Hermione proclaimed in a snotty tone, "And is they shall blame anyone for being late to classes, it would be me, which is absolutely unfair! It would ruin my perfect attendance and affect my reputation as a student at Hogwarts and as the Gryffindor Prefect!"

"Chuh! Well, excuse us! You know what? If you're so worried, you go and get YOUR butt to classes. I'm sure we'll be okay without you!" Cherry was getting annoyed with Hermione. But, she wasn't really sure why. Why on earth was she getting pissed off at Hermione? She hadn't done anything to her!

"Too late! Look! Dumbledore's here! AND the other professors! They're probably here to take away my badge! And I just had it polished. Thanks SO much, you guys!" Hermione pouted.

Hermione was right, though, Kitty realized. The group of people had turned out to be Hogwarts professors heading towards them. As Kitty turned her head and vision towards the Quidditch Field, trying to avoid the professors, she saw that Harry and Ron, and Piper and Diana were heading towards them, too. Kitty gritted her teeth and closed her eyes, We're in deep shit now. And it's only my first couple of weeks here! And the others' first day! Fuck!

         

The professors got closer and closer. Any moment now, the group of students would receive definite punishment. Dumbledore was in lead, his shimmering robes falling out after him. The teachers were close behind. Madam Pomfry was also there, wand out. Hermione hadn't understood why she was there though. In just moments, Harry, Ron, Piper and Diana stood close to the rest of the group and Dumbledore approached the group of young witches and wizards.

"All of you. Come with me. The professors and I have an important issue to discuss with all of you," was all Dumbledore said or commanded. All the while, a sparkle of excitement, worry and frustration were wrapped into his eyes.

Kitty, Tom, Piper, Harry, Diana, Ron, Amethyst, Jake, Meredith, Jay-jay, Cherry, T.J, and Hermione all did as they were told. The teachers led them to the Hogwarts Castle. Oddly enough, Madam Pomfrey stood behind the crowd, as if guarding someone from leaving the large group. What on earth?

"We're in deep shit, aren't we?" Kitty heard Tom whisper to Hermione.

Hermione gave a sigh. She rolled her eyes, stopped and went to face Tom, "Well, geez, I really don't know, what do you suppose?"

Kitty stood close behind and overheard. She let out a huge laugh. Then she noticed how loud it was, echoing, and she clamped her hand over her mouth. Still yet, her giggles got through. Tom heard and stopped in his tracks. He waited until he was walking, level to Kitty, her mouth still covered with her hand. She realized how stupid she looked, and lowered her hand slowly to her side.

"Think that's funny, do you?" He questioned.

Kitty smiled, but silently shook her head. She couldn't help but grin a bit.

"Yes, you do. Don't lie. You find this funny. I'll show you funny!" Tom reached over to Kitty's sides and tickled her.

Kitty couldn't help herself anymore. She laughed, and bent over. She couldn't breathe. She playfully smacked Tom and said between breaths, "Stop it, Tom!"

Tom refused to stop. He continued tickling her while replying, "Aww, come on, Kat. You KNOW you love it!"

Kitty laughed. She fell to the floor laughing. She pounded the floor for breath. Tom knelt the floor, lending a hand to Kitty. She stopped laughing and gracefully took his hand as he lifted her back up, "Why, thank you kind sir!"

"You're very welcome, madam!"

Madam Pomfrey saw the whole thing. She gave a look of worry and disapproval. "Mr. Felton and Ms. Salem! I suggest you stop the horseplay right now! Someone could get hurt or seriously injured!"

Tom and Kitty looked back at her. Then they turned to face each other. Both were receiving and giving a very confused look.

"Who's that?" Tom questioned.

"Well- I- I don't know, actually," this caused Kitty to laugh some more, for some awkward reason, and Tom kept walking, staring at her.

Hermione butted in, "That's the school's nurse, Madam Pomfrey."

Tom and Kitty nodded their heads in recognition in unison and just kept walking, with the rest of the group.

***

In a matter of minutes, the group reached the doors of Hogwarts and was led back inside the huge mysterious castle. Dumbledore led them to a HUGE room, through a secret passageway that Hermione had never seen before. She noted that it seemed as if Dumbledore was trying to avoid the Great Hall. Why? She didn't know. It also seemed as if all the students were already in the Great Hall. There was much noise protruding from the small crack at the opening of the doors.

They were led into a grand room. It looked much like a meeting room of some sort, large enough for many, many, people to hold conferences in. It was lit by a candlelight chandelier, which hung overhead, high above. The ceiling was painted gorgeously with angels, clouds, and had many other distinguishing figures. In the center of the room, was a huge, long, wooden table. Chairs aligned the table, nicely polished wood that was finished.

Dumbledore turned to face them for the first time since the journey from the field to here, wherever this was. He waved his hand, from the students and staff to the table, a gesture that they may sit wherever they felt comfortable. The students approached the table, slowly and cautiously. As they reached sittings, the chairs gracefully pulled themselves back, by magic. The teachers and students sat, so did the nurse.

Piper refused to sit down. She wouldn't budge. Her chair was empty, she stood still by it. She had a nervous look on her face and bit her lower lip. Her hands trembled.

Dumbledore said, with a calm voice, "Sit down, Piper."

"How do you know my name?"

"As your new Headmaster, I think it would be my duty to know who my students are, don't you think?"

"Well, out of all the new students in the room, how on Earth do you distinguish her from the rest of us, as Piper L. Minoa?!" Amethyst was quick witted and hurried to defend Piper's 'case.' She crossed her arms, and looked all-knowingly from where she sat, at the Headmaster.

"You all have photographic evidence of your appearances in your student/ pupil profiles. Headmaster Diaz just had them sent over recently. Now, if you would just sit down Miss Minoa, we have very important matters to discuss with you." Dumbledore announced, defending himself, a faded twinkle in his eyes.

Perfect opened her mouth, gaping, as if trying to get something out. She thought better of it and just closed her mouth. She looked annoyed, which amused Jake.

Jake leaned over towards her, and lightly whispered, "Don't worry, you may not win every argument, but you've always won my heart and respect."

This made Perfect lighten up a bit. Well, it was true, wasn't it? After all, he was the guy who traveled, as fast as he could, to the Airport before she could board the airplane to the United Kingdom. This way, they could be together. It had to be worth something right?

Jake leaned back over to his own chair. His one simple statement meant so much to Amethyst. In fact, it meant the world at the moment. She felt his hand grasp for hers, out of her lap, and held it tight underneath the table.

"I- I'm- I am NOT sitting down to discuss anything with you!" Piper

exclaimed. Her voice echoed all over the big, ancient room.
         

"And why not, may I ask?" Dumbledore questioned, leaving her to her own rights and decisions and not forcing her to answer or sit with his high authority.
         

Piper's lower lip trembled. She didn't know what to answer. Something just didn't feel right to her. "I… I can feel, or you know what? Sense, yeah, that's the word I was looking for. I think I can almost, like, sense these things, you know? And it just- it's like- well, it feels like as if something wrong's happening."
         

"She's right. I- I think I might be feeling it, too. Things like this have happened before, these feelings, and then something wrong came along. All the time, and it's strange, and I just haven't had the guts to say anything. You know, knowing the people of society, EVEN in the wizarding world, they'd think I was hallucinating, you know?" Kitty confessed.
         

"Oh my god! You guys too? I thought maybe it was just like, something bad I ate, but then that wouldn't make any sense, because I mean, I wasn't EATING before I found out that my uncle died in that accident, or when Spam got ran over…" T.J. babbled on.
         

"Something bad's happening, isn't it? Or going to happen? Tell us, professors, now that we all confess our inner senses, we gotta know what's up here!" Diana complained.
         

Dumbledore smiled, a wise all-knowing type of smile. "Settle down, children. Piper, please, sit down. For once, don't be impatient and listen. Madam Pomfrey, will you please take Kitty out of this room for the remainder of this conversation?"
         

"Wait. What?! YOU CAN'T DO THAT! I DESERVE TO BE IN THIS CONVERSATION JUST AS MUCH AS ANY OF YOU DESERVE TO BE! I have a right to know what's going on, here! And I KNOW ya'll ain't be talking 'bout me behind my back… shi-it." Kitty drawled out the word 'shit', as she usually did when telling someone off.
         

"I agree! I mean, what are we gonna be talking 'bout that we can't have Kitty listening in?" demanded Hyper.
         

"Madam Pomfrey," Dumbledore waved her off.
         

The nurse walked over to Kitty's seat. She looked down disapprovingly. She also frowned upon Kitty. Kitty looked up to see her face staring intensely at her. "Miss Salem, either you get up, right this instant, or I shall have to body bind you and FORCE you to walk upstairs to the hospital wing."
         

"Damn," Kitty gulped and slowly got up. She followed the school nurse, as she was told, and gradually got towards the door. When she reached the door, however, Kitty grabbed onto the door frame, with both hands. The nurse was pulling her sideways by grabbing her legs, which hurt intensely. And as her grasp left the door frame, she shouted, "Oh, man! You guys suck!" And then, she fell. She got back on her legs and unwillingly marched alongside Madam Pomfrey.

"WATCH THAT LANGUAGE! Merlin, I hope she isn't hurt!" Dumbledore shouted, loud enough for Kitty and Pomfrey to hear outside, in the hallway. "Now, as you've already been told, you are here so that we may discuss an important issue with all of you."

By now, Piper had been shocked and overwhelmed with the fact that all of her friends, had that slight numbness in their sides and tingle in their minds, as she did. She slumped down into her chair, and those sitting next to her, (Harry and Tom) heard her mumble, "Oh no, oh no, oh no!" and some nonsensical whimpered out words which sounded like, "Hmm, errrrr, hmmmmh, leeeeeech," which turned out to be a LOT of grumbling and moaning.

"Before Piper feels her ESP- powers, or anyone of you all with your ESP powers kicking in, we shall contin-," Dumbledore was cut off, before he could finish explaining.

"WHAT?!" the students shouted, some of them with anger in their voices, others with fear or confusion.

"ESP, you know, the term that was the shortened version of the word defining as Extra Sensory-."

"We already KNOW what ESP is. But get back to the other part about US having ESP!" Hermione demanded.

"Well, I was just about to explain EVERYTHING, Miss Granger. However, I believe I was rudely interrupted, was I not?" Dumbledore spoke gently.

"Oh. Sorry, professor, we certainly didn't mean to, I mean, this does come as a bit of shock, wouldn't you think?"

"Yes, well, be that as it may, might I continue?" He asked. The whole room, excluding the teachers, nodded their heads. "Thank you. As I was saying… Ancient prophets and scrolls have been discovered down in Egypt recently. It took a considerably long while to translate them, but researchers think they have finally unlocked the code and have learned the mysteries of most of the scrolls."

"But, Albus, what does any of this have to do with the girl?" McGonnagall asked, impatiently.

Tom raised an eyebrow at the mention of 'the girl.' Wait, they can't be talking about Kitty, can they? And why the hell did they drag her out of the room? With the nurse, of all people? Is she sick? What the fuck is going on here? And where the hell do they get that WE, of all people have ESP?!

         

"I will get to that, Minerva. The scrolls foretold the rising and falling of a dark wizard, whom planned to rule the world in his reign of evil…"

Harry wondered aloud, "Voldemort."

"Yes, that's what they believe."

Hermione furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. "They?"

"The researchers. The scrolls tell how he shall kill all who disobey, and will one day, be destroyed, only to be revived from his weakened state, years afterward."

"The Tri-Wizard Tournament!" Ron, Harry, and Hermione shouted.

"He will rule over all once again, and threaten, and no more run this earth into the living gates of hell for eternity. Only one may stop him, one special child."

Ron winced, and said through the corners of his mouth, "It's Harry, isn't it?"

"That's what they thought at first, but it turns out, the child, as of now, is unborn. So, no, it isn't Harry. In fact, these legends foretold that the child of the Master of All Evil, as they had described him, would be the chosen one to destroy the reign of immorality, disaster, and terror. Of course, there was a certain reason to why it was just the child. The aunts and uncles helped. It turned out they had certain training, both physically and mentally and had developed abnormal magical powers, resulting in the Dark Lord's defeat."

Snape butt in, "Excuse me for saying so, and if I sound rude, but if the child is unborn, what on earth good does that do us, right now?"

"Ahh, Severus, the child is to be born in May. Which is, only about six months from now."

"But, Albus, we don't know where this child is, or whom it belongs to. Most likely, it is in Voldemort's care, if it is his child. That is, assuming he knows about it, and wants to keep it."

"We already know about the child and where it is. And no, he doesn't know he has an unborn child. It JUST so happens that, the girl whom was just here, proclaiming that we all," Dumbledore paused, finding the right phrase, but finding no other, continued, "Ahem, that we all… 'sucked' is pregnant."

"WHAT?!" The whole room full of students shouted.

The teachers got anxious and worried. They murmured such phrases as, "It can't be!" "Who was that girl, anyway?" "This better not be a trick."

Tom was having a shock attack. He basically was hyperventilating, also. "Kitty? MY Kat? Kitty Salem, my girlfriend? She's pregnant?! She c- She- She CAN'T be! It- I- It's not possible." He rested his index and middle fingers on the side of his forehead, rubbing as if he had some headache. And then, he sat bolt up right from his current, slouched down and miserable position. "Oh no!"

"Wait, you're trying to tell us, that our best friend, Kitty, is currently pregnant with the Dark Lord's son or daughter," Piper panicked.

"And that her future son or daughter will have to go and kill the Dark Lord himself." Cherry added.

"All of this, of course, with the help of the kid's aunts and uncles…," T.J. trailed off.

"Who have 'special powers'," Jake reminded.

"Yeah, who have special powers," T.J. added.

Amethyst finally shouted, "When Kitty ONLY has ONE little sister, in the THIRD year, who happens to be FAILING a few of her classes?!"

"Believe or not, many people believe that the before said is true. Except for the last statement. Didn't ever occur to you, throughout this entirely heated discussion, as to WHY you all have ESP, or have any of you ever done magic, without even using your wand?" Dumbledore suggested that they think about this.

Realization hit all of the students dead in the face, and the teachers finally understood what was going on. All of the Kitty's friend moaned, in unison, "Oh… OH NO!"

***

          Kitty was led from her comfy position, next to Tom in the 'meeting room,' as she had called it in her sense of awe when she entered the room, and had been relocated in the medical wing of the Hogwarts castle. She found herself sitting on one of the beds in the wing, staring at miscellaneous portraits. She also stared at the many varieties or medicines, treatments, and remedies in all of the medicine cabinets.

          Every once in a while, she saw a girl with bright red hair, who looked a year or so younger than Kitty did, walk into the room. She had dotted and dashed, visible, reddish-brownish freckles, spread evenly throughout the bridge of her nose and around her cheeks. They didn't look crowded, but spread out open and widely, and stood out nicely against her pale complexion. Kitty just took her as one of the nurses in training, here at the Hospital wing. It was around the girl's third visit, did Kitty notice who she was.

          "You Ron's 'lil sis, right? Um, Ginny, wasn't it?" Kitty asked, still sitting at the foot of the hospital bed, her feet dangling and kicking off the sides, asking the girl's turned back.

          Ginny turned around, her hair following the head, the curls landed back on the opposite shoulder they had rested upon, earlier. "Oh! Kitty! How are you? What are you doing in the Hospital wing?"

          Kitty laughed, "I was dragged here. That Pomfrey lady ended up giving me some tests or some shit."

          "You were brought in here for tests?" Ginny took a couple of steps towards the bed, and took the clipboard hanging off the foot of it.

          "Hey! They have clipboard-thingies here? Give me! I wanna see that!"

          "Oh. My. God." Ginny gasped.

          "What? What happened? TELL ME!"

          "Um, Hold- er… Hold on, I- I have to go and, um, and go make sure if this clipboard is correct." Ginny rushed off to the Nurse's office.

          Kitty muttered under her breath, "Damn."

***

          Maybe half an hour later, Ginny STILL hadn't came back. Kitty tired of just sitting around, so she got up, and walked up and down. A couple of times, she jumped up on the other beds. She also had a fun time visiting the other patients. The ones that were ALLOWED to be visited, anyway.

          "Hey!" Kitty shouted to a boy, maybe Ginny's age.

          "Oh, um, hi. Do… well, do I know you?" He asked. His pale blonde/ sandy brown hair fell in front of his face as he sat up, on the bed. He lifted his hand and pushed his hair back.

          "No, not really, I'm just bored… and if I weren't, I wouldn't be here, let me tell ya." Kitty laughed.

          "Um, well…?" Kitty could tell he was a bit confused.

          She curiously asked, "So, what happened to you?"

          "Well, I was in the Dark Room, and I was processing my photos. But it turns out, somehow, someone messed with the chemicals in there and I accidently burned myself with some acid, that I took for regular water." And as he finished, he stared down at the cast on his arm. "Madam Pomfrey said that I could resume classes tomorrow, though. But, my pictures are ruined… I kinda of knocked down a lot of things and ruined stuff, 'cos I got all jumpy. I mean, acid… acid hurts."

          Kitty laughed. She looked at his bedside table, and his camera sat there. She picked it up, not asking (a/n: how rude!) and stared. "My grandparents used to have one just like this…"

          "Yeah, it's a pretty old model, I might be getting a new one for Christmas, though."

          As Kitty examined the camera, she noticed something engraved in it. "Um, C.C?" She read aloud.

          "Oh, Colin Creevy. That's me, well, my name anyway." Colin chuckled.

          "Ooooooh." Kitty continued examining the lens, and pretending as if she took pictures, and was having a nice time with Colin.

          Kitty sniffled, after a while, and held back a few tears. The access water blurred her vision, and as she blinked, droplets rushed in a race, out of her eyes, streaming down her face. She sat on Colin's bed, and teared, crying silently. She gave no attention to her wet tears, and continued toying with the camera, being very careful as not to break it.

          Colin noticed, but really didn't know what exactly to say. "Are..well… um… Ar- Are you alright, there?"

          "Oh, well… my grandparents used to have a camera exactly like this, and, well… they're… gone now."

          "Oh, I'm sorry. You okay?"

          "Yeah, yeah, I'm- I- You know what? I'm fine. Never been better." She lied through sniffles and tried to hold back more tears.

          "You sure?"

          "Hmmm? Oh. Yeah, positive," She wiped her tears on her sleeve.

          "Okay, then," Colin was still a bit unsure, "What'd you say your name was?"

          "Kitty. Kitty Salem."

          "Oh, and why are YOU here?"

          "Well, I don't think I can say, but basically, Pomfrey dragged me out of… something… and then, I was brought up here to be put through testing… I dunno."

          "Oh."

          "Well, I best be off, got to get back to MY bed." Kitty laughed, a bit, the laughter was choked because her throat was insecure from her crying.

          "It was nice talking to you, then." Colin waved, as Kitty nodded and walked down the room's halls between the beds and walked to the end of the room, were her bed was.

***

          When Kitty got to her bed, she fully closed the curtain around her, hiding her from ANYONE'S view. Right now, she felt like shit and just needed to be alone, and away from… from… from EVERYTHING and EVERYONE.

          Her shoulder-bag sat on the bedside table, and she brought into her lap, lazily. She still sniffed back tears, as she searched for something inside the pockets. She pulled out certain needed things… Quill, Parchment, and two of her most loved books. Her Anonymous Notebook, and… The Scrapbook.

          The scrapbook sat on her lap, and for a few moments, she just stared at the cover, afraid to open it. She took as big a breath as she could from her stuffed up nose, and opened the book to the first page, filled with dozens of photos, some cut out, others, left original, and untouched.

          As she stared at the pictures, she smiled for a moment. An old balding Chinese man, standing next to his wife, who's hairs were gray and white. She knelt down by a baby girl, maybe only a year or less old, sitting in a walker. She got up, from babying the child, who Kitty recognized as herself, and and stood next to her husband, leving the baby unattended for a few seconds. And they stood, smiling, and they waved… waved at Kitty once more.

          Kitty unconsciously waved back at the photo. "Hey, Grandma. Hey, Grandpapa. I miss you." She kissed the tips of her fingers, and brought them up to her grandparents' faces. They just smiled.

          Kitty opened out her Anonymous and Miscellaneous Notebook. She still held the scrapbook open, and had the notebook on one lap, the scrapbook on the other. She sat, crying silently, and she began to write, until Ginny would come back.

***

Dear Ma & Papa,

I miss you terribly. I've been crying again, as usual. You know I only write when I cry or feel bad. Mom would remind me of how when I was little, and was crying as loud as possible, you guys would say, "Let the poor girl cry. It's for the best, and she's getting what she needs to say, out!" Right before you ran up to me and comforted me.

I can't say that I remember those times, I was only a couple of months old, but thank you. Thinking back on it, I can only imagine how much that would've meant to me. And it still means a lot to me now. I know now, that I can cry, without feeling bad. I can only remember of things from when I was one.

I'm in the Hospital Wing, here at my new school. No, I'm not hurt, or anything. They brought me in for tests. I grew bored and decided to chat with other people. I saw this boy, his name was Colin. He has the exact camera you used to have.

I remember when I turned one, and it was my birthday. And all I could remember was a lot of flash and clicking noises, and I also remember eating a lot of cake, and a lot of other people there. I can't remember ever seeing Momi or Papi there. Maybe they were too busy taking care of business at the ministry. But I remember that the both of you were there, and I remember laughing and smiling a lot.

I took out the scrapbook, again. They're the only memories I can recall. I know that you must have loved me a lot, to have me around you so much. Or maybe it was because Momi and Papi were never around. Either way, you cared for me, and thank you for that. I may not remember a lot, but what I do remember, I will always keep as a treasure.

And… And I remember, I was there, the night He came. There was a blinding green flash of light. And you fell to the floor, lifeless. I think I must've have took you for taking a nap time. Of course, I don't recall much. He left then, and I think now, that maybe he didn't think I was going anywhere. I could hardly walk, much less run back then.

 He never came back. And I remember seeing Momi and Papi come home that night. She was crying a lot, and Papi… Papi was hugging her a lot. Of course, I didn't recognize what was going on. How could I?

And I'm sorry. Sorry I was just a baby. Sorry that I couldn't have been older. Sorry I couldn't use magic to protect you. Sorry I couldn't remember anything from the past. I'm sorry I didn't have enough teeth to bite his leg off. Sorry I couldn't warn anybody. Sorry I couldn't get help for you. And I'm sorry… I'm sorry I couldn't save you.

                             Love always,

                                     Kat